I am in art class with one other guy. He is around 30 years old. I may be that age as well. Our woman teacher is middle aged. She brings a photo of a family of 4. It is soft focused. She has the guy and I put white paint on the canvas and asks what we think. It is too contrasty for the soft photo. I say this. I then suggest we bring our own photos to use. I picture one that I have in my head. She likes the idea ok.
The next class the teacher doesn’t show up. She has a garage sale and is busy. I am in the classroom. I am nude. I grab a blanket and wrap it around me. I go to tell the other guy that the teacher is not there. I see Paul and the guy in bed. They are also nude and just talking. I sit on the side of the bed and tell them about the teacher. We are all very comfortable.
Susanne: It’s an art to be at ease when you are naked. In the second dream, I make a full turn. I’m back where I started: nurturing a baby outside the crib: not my own child (physically or mentally) but still welcome. The bed in both dreams is a place of love, comfort and warmth.
Christian: A teacher tells us who we are, what to do, but when the teacher is gone, we are exposed as the actual self we are.
Svitlana: In my dream of yours, as I am holding and feeding my baby, I am also growing close to people who were distant before. Is the baby bringing me close to the world at large?